Here we are at Sydney International Airport ready to fly.
I have decided that long haul flights are rather like being in hospital - some cheerful sounding person comes over on the public address system and in dulcet tones suggests you relax and enjoy your flight. It is quite a mystery how anyone can enjoy 24 hours in the same cramped seat where not even the vertically challenged have enough leg room, however you decide to take the advice of the cheerful flight crew member and make the most of it. No sooner have you found a relatively natural and reasonably comfortable position, seat back, headrest engaged, than some other sweet talking member of the crew comes along to feed you, or make you move the bag you were using as a footrest, hand you an immigration card to complete, or even try to sell you duty free goods.
Now tell me if you can't see the comparison to being in hospital - "rest now, so you can get better" is what they say, but..... we'll just check your obs, feed you one of six meals a day, wake you up for the doctor or send the pink ladies around to sell you a chocolate. Oh well - my short attention span is finally useful for something!
Not to worry - we did arrive in one piece. Stay tuned.........
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